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|. A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. 93 accompany the party herself. Aunt Debby was accord- ingly rendered immeasurably happy, scrambling about to get everything in readiness with a celerity quite amusing to the beholder. As it was too far for her to walk, and it was equally as preposterous to think of getting her to ride horseback, a cart was selected for the service, and the first Aurian knew, the childlike old negress was loading it with such a display of cakes, nuts, ham, eggs and other edibles as would have warranted any one in believing that a camping party was about starting on a month’s outing. ‘*Why, aunty! what in the world are you doing with so much food ?’’ ‘fOh, Missus Orry, yit am such a big way an’ we s’all be gone so long I fot vit w’n’d be drefful fine to hab a lunch dar. Den yit w’u’d seem so homelike to hab one mo’ meal in de ol’ home. I hopes I hain’t mitted enny ’fense, honey. | ‘*None whatever, aunty; carry just as much and what- ever you wish,’’ replied Aurian, who could not think of refusing her so simple a request. The sun had passed the meridian an hour or more before the little party, with all the bustle of getting in readiness a to start, was finally moving moderately down the Graymont. ee road, which wound a zigzag course through the mountainovs district lying to the southeast of Sylvania. It was neces- sary to take this way, though it came out upon the Wind River route a mile beyond their destination, and made an extra drive of at least three miles, for the reason that the bridge across the aforementioned stream had not as yet been replaced by a new one. However, the day was pleas- ant and this longer route would add to rather than detract from the pleasure of the expedition. In the cart with Aunt Debby rode Furah and two others whom the first had invited on this ‘‘mem’able’’ trip. A hulking negro called New Orl’ins drove the team, which consisted of a pair of work-horses. In advance, as a sort of cComicbooks (ete) ss